I live on the south side of the street. The houses cast shade on the sidewalk all winter. The sidewalks were built in the “roller coaster” style with “crazy kitchen”-style tilts. The results are known. Always icy. Always slippery. Frequently puddled. High snowbanks that cave back in onto the walkway.
Best to be avoided.
What a joy it is to walk on the Trillium Pathway. The city deserves great kudos for keeping it very well-plowed, to its full width.
Sometimes the plows really move at a good clip, which throws the snow further back off the path. I watched a plow the other day “tidying-up” the path by just knocking the pile of snow along the path a few feet further back.
On my walk, I only saw two cyclists, but the pedestrians! Hordes of them! Students heading to the Carling Station. Elderly folks out for a “walk”. Dog walkers too. A father with a baby stroller, and I subsequently noticed he had another sprout in his backpack. Two elderly gents, hands waving wildly to add emphasis to their conversation.
I had walked the length of Preston going southbound to go to my dentist. For the return trip, I chose the Trillium pathway thinking it would be quieter than Preston. Fewer cars, for sure. Fewer intersections. And way more people. And birds chirping. And squirrels. Rabbit tracks!
Last year I saw a swooping owl around 9 at night.
Ahh, life in the City.